We interrupt the regularly scheduled book (Drop City by T.C. Boyle) to read the book club book. For our October meeting, a Halloween selection:
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
From The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson
2 Things @ Once 
Excellent choice.